LYRICS GAME

A bitter wind comes from the north

A different climate, a step to the abyss

They are winds of war, of spears and stones

Of a river that denies, of a cold that breaks

There are no more pacts to honor

No honor left but to betray

Their psalms rise like prophecies

Of lost battles, of a soul finally split

And the fledgling republic proudly cries 'nation'!

Of strength and reason, of lies and pain

And the unruly minds resist in vain at last

At the end of an era, of a true life

Three centuries of sovereign existence

In dispute but never in decay

Three centuries dodging the future

Of landless days, of bare days

Between rivers the march is defended

And between rivers we shall wither

Ancient borders, feeble barriers

That rifles, heroes and deeds now permeate

Of the land, now without land

Only grants, reductions and fences

Go and feel

The agony

Of that vile outrage

Plunder and usury

It's felt

Anger oozes

A discontent that declares

That it was only a fall

And after more than a century, the moving on

Day by day, advance

Of the land, now without land

And a wounded people with right cries 'nation'!

With strength and reason, with pride and action

And with serene impatience it claims by virtue of pain

The beginning of an era, of a true life